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Sunday, January 28, 2018

(15) I am what I am

While the ME and the CSI
team finished processing the scene, Jack and I went over the information in the
victim’s wallet, which had been found in the pocket of his slacks.

“Doctor Albert Freer,
Therapist, according to his business card,” I told Jack. “His office is in this
building. Who found him?”

“The first officer on the
scene said it was a janitor who works for a cleaning company that services the
building three times a week.”

I stepped back to the body
to ask the ME if she had any idea of the time of death.

“It’s a very rough
estimation at this point but I’d say sometime between late Friday afternoon and
early Saturday morning.”

“That would mean just before
or after Ward’s murder,” Jack pointed out, hearing her reply.

“Our killer’s been busy, if
it's the same person. The cock in the ass says it probably is.”

“According to his driver’s
license the victim has what I’m presuming is a condo, from the address. A
pricey one if it’s the building I’m thinking of,” Jack told us.

“Any indication if he was
married or not?”

“Not so far but we’ll
probably find that out when we search his office.”

“Which is next on the
agenda,” I said as I watched the ME’s people put the victim into a body bag
preparatory to taking him to the morgue to be autopsied.

Jack knelt to check the
pockets of the man’s pants. They were still lying on the steps where the ME had
put them. The responding officer said that when he’d first seen the body they
were around the man’s ankles, commenting that it looked like someone might have
been going to blow him before whatever happened.

“Keys,” Jack said, dangling
them off one finger. “And that’s about it other than some loose change.”

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Born and bred Cleveland, I earned a degree in technical theater, later switched to costuming, and headed to NYC. Finally seeing the futility of trying to become rich and famous in the Big Apple, I joined VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America), ending up in Chicago for three years. Then it was on to Denver where I put down roots and worked as a costume designer until just recently.
I began writing five years ago after joining an on-line fanfic group. Two friends and I then started a group for writers where they may post any story they wish no matter the genre or content. Since then, for the last two years, I’ve been writing for publication. Most, but not all, of my work is m/m, either mildly erotic or purely ‘romantic’, and more often than not it involves a mystery or covert operations.